Camden Drellsworth & Oc's

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I walk this empty street on the boulevard of broken dreams

  • Joined November 2020
  • Member of Hufflepuff
  • 128 House Points
  • 1st Year
  • United States

Backstory

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<summary>Grayson Lestrange ©</summary>
Name: Grayson Elliot Lestrange
Species: (Depending on rp)
Nicknames: Gray, Lestrange, Deatheater, (and many many other degrading nicknames)
DOB: April 13th, 2002 (I just did this to somewhat signal more modern times)
Age: 17 (can range from 11-18 in role plays, just let me know!)
Year: 7th year
House: Slytherin
Blood: Pureblood (wizard/wizard)
Patronus: Dolphin
Wand: Cypress wood with a phoenix feather core, 13"
Family: Estranged mother, father, and sister
Gender: Male
Appearance: Dark brown hair (but it can look black), Fair skin, Green eyes, Athletic Build (though he's not athletic at all)
Height: 6'1
Sexuality: Bisexual (female leaning)
Relationship Status: Single (depending on rp*)
Personality: Kind, Flirtatious, Slightly Cocky (not to the point of being mean),determined, confident, secretive
Quidditch Position: Doesn't play
Likes: Art, Music, The outdoors, Animals, Bellamy's (If you know you know ;))
Dislikes: Bullies, Manipulators, Abusers, etc. (you get the idea :) )
Fears: Being alone, His Parents, His mind, Deatheaters
Backstory:
From such a young age he was thought of as nothing more than a rag doll his life taken for granted at every waking moment. Hate was the only thing Grayson was used to along with how blank his cloudy forest green eyes could get because crying wasn't something he would let them see. Happiness was few and far between only meant for those that were worthy and he wasn't by any means when his dark locks matched his fathers so well. Why had someone else's simple mistake fallen down so hard on a child that had no say in the life he was chosen to live; among the loveless souls of the damned that could care less about anyone but themselves. 'A bastard' was his favorite thing to be called because it only made everything seem like the worst thing he'd done in the world was exist. How could someone that was given no genuine care love so hard and not know what they were feeling the entire time. Maybe it was because of all the time's he'd wished he would drop dead his already pale skin fading into the icy blue of deaths true clutches that would so forcefully snatch him away from the toxic waste of the world he was forced to live in. So when given the opportunity to escape the clutches of his captors the chance was taken up faster than anyone would for a price of course because what success ever came without failure. 'Get us into Hogwarts you have until your seventh year' and it seemed so easy until it truly wasn't. After arriving Grayson was honestly but purposefully sorted into Slytherin despite what his personality would tell someone about him. As the years went on and that deadline got so much closer his own plan change so drastically that it gave him whiplash. Just find a way to get out of here no distractions no interruptions those were the rules and they seemed so simple right? An escape plan gone so right he couldn't comprehend the immeasurable relief he felt but what happens when someone comes along and ruins it so perfectly causing everything he had worked so hard to do crumble to the ground faster than he'd built it.

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-Grayson is the son of Bellatrix and Rudolphus Lestrange
-If we were to use this oc timelines will be majorly altered (Bellatrix never died)
-The Cursed child is implied but is not referenced except for Delphi as a character
- Most RP's that I do with this oc will be Mature (not specifically sexual but dark themes)
-I do ask that if I RP with this oc you are at least 15+ :)
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<summary>Voice Claim</summary>
I would say Auralescant for his voice on Youtube (not all audios are NSFW just find a SFW work one to get the idea)
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Click Here Please! (The Aesthetic)
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<summary>Music (Listen to this as you read)</summary>
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ᴺᵒʷ ᵖˡᵃʸᶦⁿᵍ; Demons- Imagine Dragons

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<center>Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings- always darker, emptier, and simpler

<font color=Dark Red><center>Special thanks to Juniper Granger for helping with Grayson I couldn't have done it without you!
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<summary>Tristan Carter©</summary>
Name: Tristan Nathaniel Carter
Species: (Depending on rp)
Nicknames: Carter (Mostly you'll see why), Cypher, Mudblood
DOB: July 10th, 2002
Age: 18 (can range from 11-18 in role plays, just let me know!)
Year: 7th year
House: Slytherin
Blood: Muggle Born(muggle/muggle)
Patronus: Bloodhound
Wand: Elm wood, Dragon heartstring core, 12"
Family: Lilian Maylin Carter (Mother), Zachary Nolan Carter (Father), Grace Beth Carter (Sister and possible oc)
Gender: Male
Appearance: Red hair (yes he's a ginger), Peachy tan skin, blue eyes,
Sexuality: Pansexual and Polyamorous
Relationship Status: Single (depending on rp*)
Personality: Cold, unempathetic, distant, untrusting, stubborn, self reliant, secretive, destructive (there's always character development though)
Quidditch Position: Doesn't play
Likes: Cars, Tattoos, Piercings/ Sports, his 'family', Money
Dislikes: Manipulators, Narcissist, Self-Righteous A**holes
Fears: Commitment, Love, Trust
Backstory:
The thrill of the wind whipping through your hair was an profound happiness that only the true could take ahold of. When your body jerked this way and that stinging pan in your ribs when it was little bit to much but who didnt like the thrill. who didnt like the thrill of the pain you could cause someone with a single word or action, the thrill of a small amount of contact rendering a person unable to comprehend what exactly had happened. the thrill of the smoke that wafted from your lips and drifted off into the air burning you lungs the same color as the night sky. What was there so great about it when it had to be kept hidden away like a young girls diary which she didnt want her mother to find because it was where her deepest secrets hid away. Some would call it a double life but it was just a way of living nothing secondary about how he didnt even try to hide his tattoo riddled body away from the braying eyes which belonged to the rich and royalty, the arrogant, the self-centered, and the selfish. Among all of them was this thief ocean orbs cold just like the deep nothingness he emerged from. Tristan isn't one to turn down a chance at danger that's who he was... on the inside at least. Drugs, women, and parties were his specialty and the persona of 'golden boy carter' lived on flashing across newspapers as his they couldn't get enough of a human so broken beyond belief could ever warrant more than arrest warrant. Carter was they called him a prince in his own right a bright smile that could take the suns spot and looks to die for it was the perfect ploy for a lie that tugged him around like a puppet so steadily for so many years that even a blind man could no longer tell what was real and what was fake. Cypher was what he won a king from the start no exceptions and no option to turn down the responsibility that sat with being feared without a face. Closed off, empty, and refusing to trust anyone other than himself because what good did trust ever do for someone like him absolutely nothing so many had tried to crack the surface yet their attempts were barely enough to scrape it his sinister laugh being heard echoing through the blood spilling onto his crown running down the speckled apples of his cheeks. 'You can try and break me but its hopeless' and that was the truth until it wasn't and someone ruined him so horribly that it still made him smile.


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<summary>If you Rp with this OC</summary>
-This oc is mainly used for muggle Rp's but he is available for any other genre, trope, and fandom :)
-Most topics with this oc are very dark (Trigger warning-drug abuse, suicidal thoughts/actions, illegal activates such as street racing, drug dealing etc.)
-I'm willing to do pretty much anything with him just discuss it with me!
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<summary>Music©</summary>
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ᴺᵒʷ ᵖˡᵃʸᶦⁿᵍ; R.I.P to my youth- The Neighborhood

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<center> "I know that if I wasn't scared, somethings wrong, because the thrill is what's scary" - Richard Pryor
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